Semua Bab Professor Lucien : Bab 41 - Bab 50

This might officially be the worst day of my life—well, this month. If we subtract the whole Lucien thing. First, I have to doll up and smile through my mom’s stepdaughter’s birthday party tomorrow, pretending I belong while watching them play happy family. Then there’s my two best friends—on the verge of destroying fourteen years of friendship over a guy who’s not even worth the tears. And now? Now his best friend, who clearly doesn’t understand what quiet rejection means, is kneeling like he just won boyfriend of the year—grinning, holding a stupidly gorgeous bouquet like this is some kind of fairytale. People are starting to gather now, some already pulling out their phones. The hallway buzzes. Whispers. Stares I blink once. Twice. His grin grows wider. Mia lets out a breath like she’s choking on air. “Please tell me he’s not doing what I think he’s doing.” “Well, I just wanted to give these beautiful flowers to the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on,” Elijah

Sofia's Pov “Oh my God. That disgusting piece of shit,” Mia breathes, voice trembling. Keira freezes. She turns slowly, and when she sees her—her whole body jolts. “Mia…” she whispers, halfway to standing. But Mia’s already moving—stumbling forward, eyes glassy. She drops to her knees and wraps Keira in her arms like she’s afraid she might disappear. “Oh my God,” Mia chokes out. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know. I didn’t know you were going through all of that.” Keira breaks. She clings to Mia, sobbing into her shoulder like it’s been building—waiting—for this exact moment to shatter. And Mia? She cries too. Loud. “I’m sorry, Mia,” Keira weeps. “I wanted to tell you—I did. So many times…” “No, I’m sorry,” Mia says, pulling back just enough to cup her face. “I should’ve seen it. I let my jealousy make me blind. I hurt you, Keira.” I don’t even realize I’m crying until a tear hits my wrist. I turn away. This hurts in a way I didn’t see coming. Keira. The sna

Lucien's Pov God.Every thought slips out of my mind, replaced by her face, staring up at me.“Professor Lucien, I never knew you had restraint. Why are you counting?”Her fingers graze the shell of my ear, and my whole body shudders. Her lips inch closer.“Isn’t five seconds too long?”Her voice trembles, but she’s trying not to break eye contact.And that’s when it hits me—how dark I’ve made her become.I yank myself away, stepping back.The warmth disappears with her, and all that’s left is my racing heart.“You should stop,” I warn.“Stop? Isn’t this what you’ve always wanted?” she whispers.What I’ve always wanted?I thought it was...“Why are you acting like a child now, Professor? Or is this a game? Get me high… then leave me hanging?”Her voice cracks.I close my eyes, exhaling slowly. “Professor Lucien…”“Stop it.” I snap, harsher than I intended. “You have the whole world to explore, Sofia. Happiness. Adventure. But if you let this bitter version of yourself grow, you’ll lo

Sofia's Pov Professor Lucien is… something else. My face still burns remembering how I threw myself at him—only for him to turn me down. Embarrassing? Absolutely. But he wasn’t cruel about it. Which, annoyingly, makes him harder to hate.I push the door open, still caught in that haze—then stop cold. Grandma is lying face-down on the floor."Grandma!" My bag hits the floor as I drop to my knees, hands on her frail shoulders."Sofia…" she whispers, her fingers trembling in mine."What happened? Should I call an ambulance—or Mom?"I help her onto the couch, my heart pounding."Oh, don’t bother, child. I slipped and fell. I was… too sore to stand, that’s all.""Ooh, Grandma." My chest tightens—if I’d just come home earlier… "We should go to the hospital. Or at least call Mom to take you for a checkup."She brushes at the dust clinging to her sleeves, eyes avoiding mine. I catch the faint tremor in her fingers and the way she shifts uncomfortably, like she’s hiding pain. "Don’t trouble y

Sofia's PovBaby Slut. Stay away from Lucien.Each letter seems to crawl closer, squeezing the air out of me.My eyes burn, vision swimming.The words don’t move.Unknown number.They know.Him.Me.No—My thumb fumbles for the call button. Straight to “unavailable.”My mind won’t stay still—flashes of the last incident with Mom, the gossips, the whispers. My chest aches in that same old way, the kind that feels like it might crack me open from the inside. Even an hour later, it’s still replaying in my head, wrapping tighter with each beat of my pulse.Mia and Keira’s chatter fades into meaningless noise.This can’t happen. Not again. I can’t be dragged into another mess.The class falls silent when a figure steps through the doorway, the shift in the room so sudden it sends my pulse spiking in my ears.Professor Lucien’s gaze sweeps the room, slow and deliberate, like he’s counting every breath we take.“Put away all materials related to my subject immediately, and bring out your wri